A Million and Three

By Young J. Santiago
On album Be You Now, Vol. 2: It Only Gets Better

Young J. Santiago
Dear nigga
Can't take the light?
I'll take the spot off you and shine on myself just as bright
Or brighter
Than the knight shines
Mars is my armor
Chike's my financial advisor
We came to America to barter
And trade jabs
With niggas who can't throw nothing back
Throw they bitches in the bag?
Prince Akeem handle that
Zamunda's my mundo
A kingdom far far away
I'm a star, warring for the game's heart
And so I play
To win like Kentucky never scared to lose
But, unlike Kentucky dog?
I don't lose
I can't relate to Aaron and Andrew in that facet
I wish em success at the next level
Young niggas basque in
The light you have now cause who knows what's up and coming
Less you take the reigns of life yourself and get up and running
But back to you phony fuck niggas for whom I'm gunning
With a nerf gun cause I don't wanna hurt ya feelings
When I'm done drumming you, patna
Beating you with sticks, like whippings as a kid
The belt or the switch
Each verse is a line that takes a turn and gets a hit
Get you addicted to the truth nigga
I'm Matt Damon, this True Grit
And you knowing Pusha T is like my idol in this shit
So I'm rapping bout selling and bagging up while doing it
The only difference is that the words and products are now the same
So yea, the game has changed
But my, mindframe remains the same
And I'm the new nigga
With a positively clear aim
As focused as Mark in Shooter
So if you sweet-singing niggas be termed Vandross
I'm Martin, Luther
Always much more greater
Much less gayer
I just, cheat on my wife
Y'all niggas fuck niggas
In math, that makes you equal to pussy
But you don't wanna be a cat?
That's fine
Your, rhymes are whack as shit
So I guess I'll let you be a shih tzu, dog
And that's it
But even then I still throw bullshit in a pit so
Logically that makes me a pitbutll

That's all the wordplay that is needed for today
I've made it very clear
Y'all understand
Exactly where I stand
Over you
I am AI fam
You're Tyronn Lue
So even if I overstep you or your boundaries
And say something that ain't cool
I don't care
Cause there is really, nothing you can do
You'll only be remembered as who I exposed as a fool
So I'm not even concerned a bit about your next play
I hit the game-winning shot
The game is over anyway, nigga
Call me the closer
I just call game
I'm a Saint like Paul Pierce
You can call me St. James
Young Santiago's the name

Chillin in, San Diego in a merciful lago
Baptizing myself, drowning in seats
Like it was a bottle
Success is my motto
It's what I envisioned
I had to make it happen

So the best way after analyzing everything

Was just stat to start rapping
Because it's like trapping
I like fast cash, and
I got a fat ass, pocket and confession
Um, I'm, like a stripper I'm taking
All my money off all y'all niggas go figure

My figures bigger
A gorilla like Biggie mixed with Jigga
Jiggy with it, Big Willie Mr. Smith, I'm iller
My intentions as a killer they are well founded
So nigga trust and believe I'm gon leave you well grounded
The well or the ground it's your choice nigga
Water or earth
Just know that I'm fire and you looking like a smurf
A buyer
I'm the seller
I deliver your death at a discount
So that you know that your diss counts
Your, self-applauded efforts left a plausible checklist, I checked it
And made sure I passed, and passed gas
When I sprayed the can past your fast
You simply blast away
Tried to return sales but you're too late
Tis your fate
This your wake
Cause you already gone

Now through rap I mourn
I got that uncut raw, you can call it porn
Or, pinot noir flow
Mai tai, y'all know so
Rather we being classy or blasting fastly crassly the job gets done
Nicely tell you I'm young, you're DONE

We ain't done no, no

I'm not into sin but I'm not innocent
Guilty as charged
Behind bars, forever harder than y'alls
I'm appalled as y'all stall
I laugh y'all fall I ball
However you come man, more crystal
I brawl, never
Just flow flawlessly, I'm lawless see
I never fight to win
I just go where they don't defend

I WIN


I, mastered the wind
You can call me Master Wynn

I'm a Chinese Buddha
Sitting, watching
Eating smoked Gouda…

No
I'm the Dalai Lama
Eating Gouda and smoking Buddha
An impotent ruler
Cause I'm far from perfect
But, nigga just know that I'm worth it, YOUNG

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